1
ghosts gargoyles dragonflies
shibboleths and half-truths
i battle these my waking hours
and seek refuge in the compassion
of dark

fears irrational ghouls
my mind a cauldron
of psychosomatic uprisings
i want to cut the veins
of my fears and bleed
my anxiety to death
i live in delusions of a hyperactive
mind and obsession-soaked heart
i read to fight
i write to protest

am i on the borderline

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in a way, termites are like
nesting pigeons
these days they feel at home
in the rusty wooden shelves
of my mind
corrode at will
make merry
and have their frenzied festivals